"The hell I want to look at you, I'm afraid I might get sty in my eye." Ye Lingyue twisted her head away awkwardly.

"Don't say one thing but mean another, little woman. This lord is hungry, so bring me something to eat and drink." Wu Zhong spoke with a commanding tone.

He was actually telling the truth this time, not only was he hungry, but so was Ye Lingyue.

"Why should I? I'm not your maid." Ye Lingyue bristled.

This man, truly shameless. Had she known earlier, she wouldn't have been so kind-hearted to treat his injury and might as well have let him suffer in pain.

Wu Zhong lifted his eyelids and glanced at his hand.

His hand, due to the burns from the Nirvana Fire, was skin cracked, and despite Ye Lingyue's treatment, the wound was still severe. He couldn't touch water or exert himself for the past few days.

"From today onwards, until my injury is healed, you are my little female slave. My eating, drinking, and daily needs will all be your responsibility." Wu Zhong said leisurely.

"Keep dreaming. If you want this lady to serve you, you'd have to wait until the sun rises from the west." Ye Lingyue almost choked to death on Wu Zhong's words.

That arrogant, egotistical, and brainless Wu Zhong, he should have been burnt alive by the Nirvana Fire; it would have spared the world of his scourge for a thousand years.

"Little female slave, isn't your attitude a bit too disparate? Why is it that when that brat Feng Xun catches a cold or headache, you're at his beck and call, even throwing yourself at him willingly? When this lord gets injured, you wish you could be as far away as possible?" Wu Zhong spoke with a hint of acidity.

"You can't compare yourself with Feng Xun. He is kind-hearted and… wait, how do you know I took care of Feng Xun so intimately? And what do you mean by 'throwing myself at him,' I was merely fulfilling my duty as a doctor." Ye Lingyue shuddered.

Feng Xun claimed not to know Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong, so why did Wu Zhong speak of Feng Xun with such familiarity?

"Being dutiful also includes feeding mouth to mouth. Why don't you be 'dutiful' to me and show me what it's like?" Wu Zhong said with a suggestive tone.

Ye Lingyue's face turned red all of a sudden.

He actually knew about the feeding.

Her relationship with Feng Xun was entirely innocent, but Wu Zhong's insinuation made it seem like there was something between her and Feng Xun.

"Are you spying on Feng Xun? How much did you pay the Underworld Yama Palace to motivate them?" Ye Lingyue suddenly thought that Feng Xun would never deceive her, so there could only be one possibility.

Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong must have been following someone's orders to secretly monitor every move of Feng Xun.

With the reach of the Underworld Yama Palace, it's no wonder he was so well-informed about everything around Feng Xun.

Wu Zhong chuckled disdainfully. If he revealed the truth to his little female slave, Feng Xun would likely be in agony.

"Poor thing. For the sake of saving some heartless..." Wu Zhong groaned weakly.

Afraid he might say even more embarrassing things, Ye Lingyue glared furiously at Wu Zhong.

"Fine, I'll go get it, alright?"

Ye Lingyue, fuming with anger, kicked a stone on the ground away with her foot, her cheeks puffed out as she angrily went to search for food and water.

Wu Zhong's lips curled up slightly as he watched Ye Lingyue's retreating figure.

His gaze then turned to the eight Earth-level Spirit Swords.

"Taiyi Eight Swords, the Taiyi Sect's eight Mountain Suppressing Spirit Swords, historically used to suppress Evil Spirits and Fierce Beasts. To think that one day they would fall into the hands of Wu Zhong."

These eight swords were historically forged by eight of the most prestigious sword-practicing elders of the Taiyi Sect.

They were honored on the Sacrificial Sword Platform, symbolizing the entire fortune of the Taiyi Sect.

That last elder who practiced the Taiyi Devouring Beast Technique ended up being suppressed by these eight Spirit Swords.

To fully control these eight swords, Wu Zhong still needed to refine them once more, to completely erase the spiritual power imprints belonging to the eight elder sword practitioners.

Closing his eyes, a golden aura, bright as the blazing sun, began to emanate from Wu Zhong.

It was as if a sun had risen from the ground.

That Primordial Power, like flames, shot straight up into the sky.

A Martial Artist, although unable to refine elixirs or artifacts at will like an Alchemist,

could still use the fire of Primordial Power within their body to re-refine a Spiritual Artifact after passing through the ordeal of the Reincarnation Fire, this process being what's called the second refinement of a Spiritual Artifact.

The cultivation technique that Wu Zhong practiced was of the most rigid and most yang nature, his Reincarnation Fire being the utmost yang and rigid Innate Gang Fire.

With his cultivation, using his own fire of Primordial Power to refine these eight swords, ensuring that they absolutely obeyed his commands, was more than sufficient.

After nearly half an hour of refinement, with a buzzing sound, the eight swords merged into one, forming a heavy sword.

The heavy sword weighed eight hundred eighty-eight jin, two palms wide, with a golden eight-clawed Golden Dragon on its blade.

"Eight swords fused into one, named Heavenly Que, this trip was indeed worthwhile." Wu Zhong chanted, and the Heavenly Que emitted a deafening roar of a dragon.

The sound vibrated in all directions, and with a flash of golden light, the Heavenly Que landed next to Wu Zhong, like the most loyal guard.

Far away, Ye Lingyue had not yet returned.

"Tsk, this time was really like a horse tripping, unexpectedly trapped by the minor Taiyi Sect's mountain-sealing seal." Wu Zhong examined his wound.

He had not suffered such a serious injury for many years.

It should be, except for that time at six years old, he hadn't been injured since then.

"However, it's also an unexpected gain, allowing this Emperor to enter the seal. Let's see what exactly is the mountain-suppressing Divine Artifact that the Taiyi Sect has been so desperate to hide?" Wu Zhong's eyes looked into the unknown distance, a malicious smile hanging on his lips.

The Heavenly Que Eight Swords were merely Mountain Suppressing Spirit Swords; the true mountain-suppressing Divine Artifact of the Taiyi Sect, or rather, what was being protected by the Heavenly Que Eight Swords, was something else entirely.

After a while, Ye Lingyue returned.

Even being far away, Ye Lingyue had felt the disturbance when the Heavenly Que Sword was formed.

She glanced at the golden greatsword beside Wu Zhong, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong was also an outstanding Artifact Refiner.

This greatsword, overflowing with Sword Qi, was definitely of no less than Earth-level top-grade, and possibly even a Heavenly Level weapon.

She also found some water and fruits from somewhere, irritably tossing them in front of Wu Zhong.

"Hmm~"

Wu Zhong hummed through his nose, and once again, glanced at his hand.

An unprecedented sense of helplessness grew in Ye Lingyue's heart.

"Wu Zhong, are you doing this on purpose? You can refine artifacts but can't drink water on your own?"

"Refining uses the mind, not the hands." Wu Zhong replied with full justification.

If time could flow in reverse, she would rather be injured herself than owe this bastard Wu Zhong such a huge favor.

Despite her reluctance, Ye Lingyue could only feed Wu Zhong water and food, one mouthful at a time.